Chapter 475 Teasing Umbridge

After hearing Ron's speech, the young wizards could no longer hold back and started complaining.

"That's right, what's the point of just memorizing the text? I still won't know those spells."

"Will memorizing the history of the development of magical defense be of any help to us?"

"Professor, we don't need this garbage!"

"Professor, you need to get us high scores on the OWL exams."

"Professor, if we fail, will you help us find jobs?"

"Professor, if you really can't teach, then let the teaching assistant take over the class. Let Harry do it. Anyway, he has done a very good job as a teaching assistant in the past two years."

As soon as this suggestion came out, it immediately won unanimous praise from the students. In their opinion, even if Harry came to teach, he would be much better than this professor who only made everyone memorize theories.

Although Harry has a bad reputation, he is really strong and was very serious and responsible when he was a teaching assistant. Everyone was convinced to let him substitute for the class.

Anyway, it's much better than Umbridge's rubbish theories to fool people.

What's more, in the past three years, whether it was Damocles, Lupin or Moody, they all taught the Defense Against the Dark Arts class very well.

If they had never seen the sun, they could still endure the darkness, but after meeting the excellent professor, no student could endure Umbridge's teaching method.

Listening to everyone's discussions, Umbridge was so angry that her mouth was almost twisted.

"Raise your hands. Everyone should raise their hands in my class. This is the most important courtesy you should master."

"Professor," Daphne Greengrass stood up, "Hogwarts has been implementing educational reforms for two years. Every professor has to prepare a lesson plan. I would like to ask, where is your lesson plan?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Neville also stood up: "Professor, according to convention, you should first explain to us the teaching arrangements for this school year in the first class, and then mark the key points and the required test points, among which the required test points are mainly based on practical operations."

"Raise your hands, you should raise your hands," Umbridge was almost furious, "Why mark the key points and required test points? This is depravity."

She slapped the book in her hand and shouted, "The whole book is the key point. You should memorize it all. The Ministry of Magic believes that as long as you can recite the theories in it by heart, you will definitely get high scores."

"As for the practical exams, you don't have to worry about them. The Ministry of Magic's exam committee is meeting to discuss canceling the practical exams."

"Memorizing texts won't keep us safe," said Hermione angrily.

"Danger? This is a school, where is the danger? Besides, the wizarding world is peaceful right now, there is no sign of any danger!"

"That's just the appearance," Harry couldn't help but say, "If you check the files in the Auror's office, you'll know that there are always dangers happening where we can't see."

"Then put your safety in the hands of the Aurors, Mr. Potter."

"I don't think so," Harry stood up and said word by word, "In the first moment of danger, the only thing that can protect you is the wand in your hand. Otherwise, you will be dead by the time the Aurors arrive."

"Just like when the Dementors attacked the school, if we don't know how to use the Patronus, who knows what terrible things will happen?"

"It was just a work error," Umbridge shouted in a timid voice. "Mr. Potter, the Ministry of Magic has issued an apology."

"Since the Ministry of Magic cannot cover everything and Aurors cannot be at the scene of an accident in the first place, we need protective magic to protect ourselves." Harry retorted immediately.

"Besides, when I was kidnapped by Little Barty this summer, the Aurors did not rescue me in time. They were there to maintain order at the scene."

"If I hadn't been strong enough to hold on for a while in the hands of the You-Know-Who, and if I hadn't been Professor Swann, I would have already started to rot by the time the Aurors finally found me."

The classroom suddenly became quiet, and even the sound of parchment falling to the ground could be heard clearly.

"Ten points deducted from Gryffindor!" Umbridge stared at Harry fiercely. "Mr. Potter caused panic and seriously disrupted the class order. I hope these ten points can sober you up."

"Oh..." Harry stretched out his voice, a dangerous smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Professor Umbridge, are you saying that I'm lying?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Umbridge raised her head and said in a contemptuous tone, "Minister Fudge once arranged for professional personnel to patrol, and found no trace of danger."

"So, Mr. Potter, what you said about a certain dark wizard coming out again is pure nonsense."

Umbridge showed a smug smile on her face: "Mr. Potter, please open your eyes and distinguish between reality and illusion. Don't be a clown who attracts attention anymore."

"Very good!" Harry nodded, took out a glove from the traceless stretch bag, and then smiled coldly at Umbridge. "It seems that at this point, only blood can wash away the humiliation you brought to me, and let everyone see clearly whether I am a liar or not."

As soon as Harry finished speaking, the atmosphere in the classroom changed from its previous silence to completely heated up.

"Merlin! It's a pure-blood duel. After Professor Swann, Harry Potter also challenged Umbridge to a pure-blood duel."

"Potter is so confident. It seems that his words are indeed credible."

Hearing this, some confused Muggle wizards hurriedly asked their companions around them.

What pure-blood duel?

What about Professor Swann?

It was just a summer vacation, how come so many interesting things happened? And judging from everyone's expressions, they all knew what was going on, and they made themselves look like bumpkins.

After some pure-blood wizards talked a lot and explained in exaggerated ways, everyone knew what Harry was doing, and the classroom became even more lively.

"Hey, do you think Professor Umbridge dares to accept Potter's invitation to duel? Unlike Professor Swann, Potter is just a fifth-year minor."

"Her? What kind of ability can someone who can only teach theory have? Potter is a frequent visitor to the Duel Hall. His name is on the clearance records of various dungeons. He even won the championship of the competition in June."

"You can't even beat Potter, yet you still have the nerve to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts. Enough!"

"It's hard to say. It depends on the duel assistants that each party invites."

"Hey, Harry!" A little wizard couldn't help shouting, "Who are you going to invite to be your duel assistant?"

"Let me think..." Harry took the gloves and walked slowly towards Umbridge, step by step. "There are too many candidates. It's hard to decide at the moment."

"My godfather Sirius Black will definitely agree. Madam Swann will not sit idly by. If it is safer, we can also invite Professor Swann."

"Professor Umbridge, you are not afraid, are you? Don't worry, the dueling assistant will not take the field until the two of us decide the winner."

"Let's have a good fight!"